I’ll never not be in love with Valentine’s Day and my favorite funny valentine. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
It’s my favorite man’s birthday today. ✨🔥✨🔥 I’ve loved this beautiful man for 10 years and I hope we get multiple decades more. He’s the calm to all the crazy, the glue that holds everything together and the one that makes magical moments happen during the mundane. I love watching him love on our family and I couldn’t be more grateful for his beautiful soul. Love you @raamschutte! Let’s run back to England soon and have @ksana881 take pretty photos again. 😘
I’ve been super hesitant to write anything about this season on here- mostly because it feels so messy and also because I have a rule for myself about posting about hard things in real time. My life has been a mess the past few months. Not just oh-that-laundry-needs-folded-mess (although, that is true. I’ve included it in this photo for you), but it’s been messy in an undoing of all the things I thought I knew sort of way. I haven’t known how to show up on here and I haven’t been able to show up for my people the way I usually do and yet.... and yet... I’ve been reminded time and again that the other side of grief is rebirth. That it’s scientific to break down so you can become stronger. That family is really the people you choose and also... undoing is mostly just about re-becoming. Which is very hard when you’ve been trained to be a certain way for so long. I’m learning really big lessons about boundaries and something about forgiveness but I can’t articulate either yet. But the best thing I’ve learned is that it matters to do this work... for our little people. I may not know the answers but I can help foster curiosity and resilience in my babies. As one of my amazing mentors said to me today— raising rebels isn’t easy when we’ve been taught to be quiet and obedient and GOOD but those little rebels are going to be the ones who change the world. And for what it’s worth— I am HERE for that type of revolution.
Things I wish I could tell my 2010 self. ❤️
My word for 2020 is restore. But as I am relearning again and again.... before restoration comes undoing. Unlearning. Chaos. And I am here for it. Open hands and open heart for the lessons we need to learn this year and forever grateful for my two boys. ❤️